alexander opicho

The Next Queen Of England Must Be An African - Poem by alexander opicho

All black virtues and white vices to dayPoint to the reality around the British EmpireOr the famous Great Britain Or the British Commonwealth If not the English commonwealthThat its next monarch must be an African Truly an African without streaks of cosmetic AfricanityDeeply black in colour, Negro in race and African in blood,

The monarchy of England should not be confined To the parochial and Provencal English bloodFalsely named the royal bloodWhat a misnomer? For science and religionHas nothing in history like the royal blood But only brutal probability of geneticsEver and ever will befall humanity,

The royalty of blood is only a smokescreen for racismOr inter European apartheid or apartheid in universality, The empire of British Commonwealth, Gambia includedIs not about the royal blood of charlese, Elizabeth nor VictoriaIt is all about world class cultural inclusivity Of all the pillars of the English culture,

English commonwealth is of culture, language, attitude and geographyThis has to be known devoid of racial biaseAnd this is the great English empire; It is a billion African English speakersIts five hundred million American English speakersIt is a million Australian English speakersIt is a hundred million Indian English speakersThese are the bricks that mould the English commonwealthNot queen Elizabeth and her son the cuckold of Egyptian mangy dog, It is the nation of Uganda which is hundred percent African, No Caucasoids nor Asians but its mother tongue is the British English, Uganda is crazy; its peasants speak English like Cambridge scholars, It’s the Nigerian Afro -cinema that promotes spoken EnglishWith the muscle only inherent in the stampede of cultural imperialism,

The royal family is not royal at all in the informed understandingOr else which family is not royal, show one me pleaseAnd I will show you folly of the dayWho wants not to be royal, why not all of us, Crudeness of culture is the pedestal of reserved royaltyInclusivity is the contrasting mother of cultural strengthThus, all English speakers are the royal family Of the British Commonwealth, They don’t need royal blood They already have full amour of the royal culture Of the English linguistic or mental civilisation, Please Queen Elizabeth listen to me carefullyListen with your wholesome body and soul to this songThe song of freedom echoing cultural modernity; Give to us, we your children of the commonwealth our rightsInclude us in our hard earned monarchy, I also want to be the king of EnglandI want to fill that royal palace with my dark skinI want to speak and write English poetry inside the palaceThe royal palace of England whose Whose Golden floor and pavement are sReeking the blood of colonialismThe wood and gold in the palace Was taken from Africa without any payDuring colonial robbery with violence, Give me my historical rights to be the king of EnglandThen my four African wifes; Lumbasi Opicho, Namwaya Opicho, Nangila Opicho and Chelangat Opicho, the most beautiful of all from the heroic KipsigisWill be the four queens of England, queens of the English commonwealthLumbasi for Scotland, Namwaya for England, Nangila for Wales and ChelangatFor the begotten Ireland, I have all the virtues in my blood to be the English kingIf it’s military, shaka the Zulu is my uncleIf it is wisdom, Nelson mandella is my uncleIf it is intellect Kwame Nkrumah is my fatherIf it is culture Taban Lo Liyong and Okot p’Bitek are my brothersWhereas Leopold Sedar Senghor is a son of my father from another mother, If it is beauty Cleopatra the Egyptian whose beauty killed the Roman king is my motherIf it is science my witchcraft is superior in technology to silicon computingIf it is sex, ask your daughter in law princes Diana Now what am I missing to become the next English monarch?